Her sister is beside her, 

with supreme confidence, 

All fresh and bright, 

Full of fragrance.


She looks out for the first time

Delicate and fragile, 

Wrapped in her warm blanket, 

small and dainty.


She is afraid to look up, 

But the Sun calls out,

“Look up, little one”

“I have come for you alone”


The world is new, 

fresh and fragrant, 

Everyone calls out, 

birds, bees and wind


She unwraps her blanket, 

opens her petals, 

a beautiful pink, 

soft and velvet


The little one smiles too, 

the world is indeed wonderful, 

Along with everyone else,

she became, the pride of the garden.



My very first attempt at poetry!